Today marks my 6 month bandiversary. 26 weeks ago, I wondered if I was doing the right thing by having WLS. Today, I can emphatically say being banded was one of the best decisions of my life. I may not be a fast loser but I am a consistant loser averaging about 1 pound a week since surgery. If I can keep that up, by New Years I will have reached my goal.
So how did me and Buddy (my band) celebrate? Well we shared a lovely bran muffin this morning which took over an hour to eat. Buddy has been on his best behaviour the last couple of weeks and has only shown his stubbornness a few times. But he has the best intentions and lets me know when I shouldn't take that one more bite. We have developed a love/hate relationship but I would never leave him, although at times I can get terribly pissed at him. When I don't pay enough attention to him or I treat him badly, he sulks and lets me know he is still around. When I treat him nicely, he showers me with gifts, like lost pounds and looser fitting clothes. Sounds like a marriage made in heaven—til death do us part.
I feel like the struggles of the past are over and my new life has begun. To the next 6 months.